[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#556B2F]Luna Braddock - Glimpse[/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/NwYa.gif[/img][hr]
[color=#556B2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Friendly Clinic -- Washington D.C.
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	The last week had been hell, not only for Luna but for the six mutants that had started developing symptoms of this mysterious M-Pox. For Luna, it had started out simply, a bit of a headache and she could never get a full night’s sleep. But everyday after it got worse and worse. Luna didn’t have much of an appetite anymore. Not with the seemingly permanent taste of iron in her mouth from all the vomiting of blood. Luna knew it was bad when she woke up with her pillow soaked from blood coming out of her ears and maybe vomiting in the middle of the night. She didn’t know anymore. She could barely keep her thoughts straight. And being a telepath, that didn’t really help things. 
	She was leaning heavily against James by the time they walked into the clinic, even though she had started off trying not to. It didn’t take much to tire her out these days. Just simply sitting up from laying down was a struggle. She felt a trickle down the side of her neck and wiped away the blood that was coming from her ears. It seemed to come and go, like a nose bleed. 
	Luna had never truly feared death but she always thought she would go out in battle. This sickness, it instilled a fear in her and she didn’t want to die. Some nights she woke up crying, calling for James as he seemed to be the only one she found comfort in. That and wanting to call her parents but she couldn’t figure out how to do that. Even though she had a phone and their numbers. 
	Luna looked around the mutant friendly clinic. Not really realizing where they were. [color=#556B2F]”Are we here to adopt a puppy? I always wanted a puppy,”[/color] she said dreamily. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#FFDAB9]Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/93/66/5b/93665b02e000310faeb73231e19c5ea9.gif[/img]
[color=#FFDAB9][b]Location[/b][/color]: George Washington University: Lisner Auditorium -- Washington D.C.
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	Cayden was glad to be out of the Mutant Underground, as awful as it was he needed to get out. The people who had developed M-Pox had hit Cayden hard over the week. Their symptoms were getting worse and there was nothing that any of them could truly do. Sapphire and James had been exhausting all of their resources but for nothing really and it was hard to see the defeat and sadness in James when he couldn’t help. 
	Cayden sat in one of the desks, writing away as the speakers spoke. He wanted to write down what they were saying so he could remember it for later. It also helped to keep him distracted and not from standing and expressing his outrage. A cure for the X-gene. How could they even call it a cure. It made Cayden think cynically on how the Euopeans would have felt if there had been a cure for the “savage natives” they all hated so much. Then again, hard alcohol and European disease seemed to be the cure they preferred. That and watching them kill each other for territory and stay on the White Man’s good side so they themselves didn’t get slaughtered. All though it never worked out that way. 
	Cayden listened closely when the conversation switched to M-Pox, scribbling down what he could but it was more just him writing down the constant, “no, I’m right” gibberish that the speakers were going back and forth on. The Extremis that Dr. Hansen was pushing to be released, claiming that it would make people effectively immortal, confused Cayden. Aside from this M-Pox affecting just the mutants, being a mutant was an advancement to humans. A jump to being immortal. Was it because this X-Gene developed on it’s own the reason why it wasn’t okay? But this Extremis would be?
	Sapphire stood and Cayden watched her approach the microphone, thankful for the distraction from his thoughts and listened to her until an alarm went off. Cayden stopped and looked around the auditorium, looking for the source and maybe someone trying to quickly get away. [color=#FFDAB9]”So I guess that’s the end of that fascinating conversation,”[/color] Cayden noted. He folded up his notes and tucked them away before standing. He ran a hand through his hair and watched the speakers.